When all possibilities had been ruled out, whatever remained, no matter how impossible, had to be the truth.
Yoru Akatsuki spoke to Lin Yan with great sincerity.
"I should be the one thanking you."
"That feels so gross!"
"Hm? Aren't you supposed to honestly say, 'You're welcome,' at a time like this?"
"You really are unbearable."
The next day, in the school cafeteria.
While eating omurice in the cafeteria, Kariu Rena spoke as if talking to herself. "What do you all think? About Onoya and Yoru?"
Tamari Honoka gave her a helpless look and sighed.
"You're talking about that again?"
"You really never get tired of it! You've been going on and on about it ever since the day of the match."
"Because!" Kariu pouted unwillingly, then muttered in a quiet, complaining voice, "No matter how I think about it, it's a mystery! They said they just happened to run into each other, but people normally wouldn't come watch a match! We're not some volleyball powerhouse club. Why would anyone come alone just to cheer us on?"
"Maybe she's close with someone else on our team?"
"Oh? But Onoya is a transfer student." Onoya An was one of the few transfer students. That much was beyond doubt. And since she was a transfer student, there was no way she could have had any connection with her former classmates, much less anyone she knew well.
Unexpectedly, Tamari Honoka answered bluntly.
In their field of view, Onoya An was indeed sitting not far away. If they spoke even a little louder, she would probably hear them directly.
Rather than guessing here, asking her directly was a simple and straightforward method—and the most efficient one.
"Why not just ask her directly? You sit in front of and behind her anyway."
"I've asked her